Saturday was one of the most calm and emotionally mellow days I’ve had this year. I don’t know if that’s progress or if I’m just shutting down – lol – but it was a day of little to no complaints which is all I can ask for anymore.

Henry and I left the house around 8AM and drove to Cleveland in search of Korean beer for Chingumas. Pennsylvania is so fucking annoying and the Asian markets – at least here in Pgh – don’t sell alcohol. We got a few 6-packs from H-Mart in Chicago last month but still need more. It’s just so fucking hard to find not to mention expensive! Everything else Korean is so popular and common now in the US but alcohol, ugh. But I remembered that last year we went to a small and I do mean tiny Korean corner store and snatched up some last minute makgeolli and soju for the inaugural Chingumas, and they had K-beer there as well. So, it was a daytrip date for The Empty Nesters. Sigh.

The only thing you missed from the car ride was:

• me obsessing over the new NCT Dream album, most notably the song “Best of Me” and then using up every ounce of brain juice I had in reserves to recall the synthpop song it reminds me of (“Can’t Tell” by MindSideOut, fyi).
• me obsessing over my bulging veins in my hands because I desperately needed to drink water and then I started screaming, “My veins are varicosing!!!” and Henry was oddly mad about this and called me a liar. Trump gets re-elected and Henry’s already asserting his white maleness. Yay.
• my phone getting an event alert that WOLFENOOT is upcoming. Since my phone was connected to the car, this also popped up on the screen for Henry to see and he goes, “WOLFENWHAT??” and I had to explain to him that something like 10 years ago, someone posted on Twitter that their kid invented a holiday called WOLFENOOT, observed annually on 11-23, and I set a reminder in my phone so that I too could celebrate this lovely imaginary holiday except that I have failed to celebrate it even once in all these, so Henry goes, “Why don’t you just….delete the reminder?” AS IF.
  • I wonder if that kid even still celebrates it. What if I am the only one in the world who still even has it on the calendar??
    • OK I just googled it because I couldn’t even remember the purpose of this holiday and now that I’m reminded of its cause, I think I should try to observe it for real this year but I AM NOT EATING ROASTED MEAT.

It felt like it took so much longer to get to Cleveland than usual. Did it always take 2 hours?! I feel like it used to be a 90 minute drive!? Anyway, our first stop was Vegan Doughnuts (I wish they had had a contest to help them come up with a better name than that because I would have entered with a quickness). We arrived at the Lakewood location around 10:45 and I was so happy to see that it now has its own storefront and isn’t squatting inside that Brewnuts place which is where we had to go 2 years ago to get their donuts and it was full of pretentious craft beer day drinkers and I loved the aesthetic but HATED the vibes.

Now, I feel that on any other given day, our Erin would have reacted to this is a very different way, but when we walked to the donut place and saw that there was a sign that said “restocking, be back at 11:15” I simply shrieked “OH COME ON!!!!” and then agreed to just walk around the area instead of starting a fire to the entire block while screaming LET’S JUST GO HOME and then spending the next 2 hours back in the car, pouting and scowling out the window.

I’m getting there, you guys! I’m getting there.

So, we went for a walk and saw this amazingly frightening storefront. The place was called Hixson’s – I have no idea what kind of store it was. Henry’s guess was “Stained glass” – I’m too ambivalent to google.

When we got back to the donut place, it was 11:13 and a LINE HAD ACCUMULATED. Again, I started to get bent out of shape, but Henry was like, “It’s not that bad” to which I said, “YEAH BUT THERE ARE SMALL KIDS IN THE LINE ALSO” but I sighed heavily and got in line anyway. And he was right – it was not that bad. We only had to stand outside for about 5 minutes before the door was opened to us and since it’s just donuts or GTFO, the line moved swiftly. Within another 5 minutes, it was our turn and even after I was cursing people under my breath for taking ones I wanted, everything I wanted was still available and even better – when I inquired about the empty raspberry strudel section, the super friendly donut girl said there were more in the back and that if we were ok with waiting a few minutes, she’d bring one out to us! It was a donut miracle!

And on this day, I learned that being patient and leaving my hateful comments at the curb, I too could enjoy the donut I most wanted.

Resting donut face.

Seriously, who looks that pissed at a donut shop!?!? He wasn’t even mad about anything that day except that I think he was annoyed with everyone else in line with us and that was valid, believe me. I am just trying to be a better person or else I would have typed a few paragraphs about the donut waiting room.

Old-fashioned, Boston Creme (ugh, Henry’s choice), apple cider, lemon lavender. Not pictured – the raspberry strudel which came out to us in a separate bag.

Yo, I say this every time I have a donut, that I am really not a donut person but these donuts are just SO GOOD. The lemon lavender was my fave – I loved how bright the lemon flavor was and how soft and chewy the dough is. Honestly worth the drive especially if you’re looking for vegan donuts specifically, but these are even more delicious than a lot of non-vegan donuts I’ve had, really.

Plus!! It’s owned by a Black woman and I love to support that.

Then we went to Kim’s and got four 6 packs of beer. It was slim-pickins. But the older couple who run that shop are so nice and it was a pleasant experience so not a total bust. We also went to another larger Asian market (the one where I first found the BIGBANG iced tea bottles all those years ago!) but they do not have ANY alcohol. We did get some snacks for the drive home though.

The rest of the evening was spent watching Seventeen’s Nana Tour on Viki (it is wild having Henry hard stan a Kpop group and not just casually being a fan from a distance) and sharing Belgian beers which was easier to procure than Korean beers, sigh.

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